Do you know where your children are?
It’s A’s way of waking me up.
I had been waiting for someone
and running up and down 49 flights of stairs.
It felt good: the fatigue in my legs,
the twist in my torso.
I got tired of how long it took to get
anywhere. So I fast-forwarded
to the moment where we meet,
where you walk slowly towards me
and give me a simple embrace,
where the architecture of dreams
A is laying his head on my chest. He says
my eyes look like I was just born. I say
sleeping is tough business.